#wardrobehorror

When Mehzab moved into her aunt’s old house, she was told never to open the wardrobe in the guest room.“It belonged to someone who never left,” her aunt said, half-laughing.But one night, a scratching sound woke her up.It was coming from inside the wardrobe.She got up, heart pounding.“Probably just mice,” she whispered.Then the door creaked open... by itself.Two glowing eyes blinked back at her from the darkness.A cold voice whispered:“You’re in my room now.”The door slammed shut again.In the morning, she found deep claw marks on the inside of the door.And strands of black hair tangled in the doorknob.